Electromagnetic

I crave the bad food
That punishes me
My eyes are dark crescents
My skin so pale
I am a perilous magnet
Malevolent spirits
Move about me
These lights I see
Ball lightning
Earth lights
Corona discharges
I can feel things about to happen
The noise
The light
The vibration
Something is missing again
Out to lunch
I have been away somewhere
And now I am back
And the trance is in me
Paralysed
Tingling
And numb
The ghosts have come
Floating through the walls
Someone in the room with me
Invisible
But there
Have I been here before
I have been here before
No never
Nevermore
Déjà vu is jamais vu
Magnetophosphenes under my eyes
Dervish candles in the dark
In the upper left quadrant
Of the visual field
Petit mal is grand mal
“Ha-ha,” said the clown
“Now start dying”
Panic
Shock to the amygdala
I can see all the fires in the air
Waves and beams
Radio broadcasts
Telephone conversations
Television programmes from all over the world
Radar
Microwaves
Power lines
Geoelectrical tectonic faults
Subterranean currents crackling
Broca’s brain
And Werninke’s brain
Are on fire
They hear voices
Near and far
I am the transformer
Don’t put those lights in my eyes
I can’t stand those lights in my eyes
And the strobe
And the flicker
All those times when time froze
Or exploded
Or went round in circles
Or doubled back on itself
Or touched a door handle
And got a shock
I don’t know who I am
Or where I am
And my tongue tastes funny
Oh eerie silence
No sound at all
Fade-out
Something is stimulating
The reticular portions of the midbrain
I want to write and write
In the cool moonlight
Fear is the crowd
All noise and vibration
Close the door
Draw the curtains
Get undercover
And my ears are all Morse code
Clicking and buzzing
Do you feel uncomfortable
In synthetic fabrics?
Does electrical equipment
Behave strangely in your presence?
Did you have a happy childhood?
Do you ever have hairs on your body stand on end?
Do you find that objects in your home
Go missing
Or sometimes seem to behave oddly?
Feel that darkness
In your blood
Making spirals
Poltergeist is here to play
Turning the house upside-down
Footsteps of ghosts
Doors opening and closing
A laser beam strikes my forehead
And fires the pineal gland
I see with the eyes
Of an Amazonian shaman
High on yage
I can feel the magnets in my head
Pushing and pulling
Behind the eyes
Behind the ears
I want to be friends with God